When Imogen was born 17 years ago, we suspected she was one of ‘my’ children. And as she grew, she became more and more like me. Our suspicions were confirmed.
People think we look alike. Can you believe people even muddle us up?
We go to a party and a friend bumps into me. “Oh Sue, I thought you were down the other end of the room…. That must have been Imogen.”
We visit the supermarket and we’re at the check-out. The operator looks from me to Imogen and back again. “Are you two related? You look so alike.”
I post some photos of Imogen on Facebook and someone writes: “Sue, she has GOT to be yours… she looks just like you! :)”
We’re walking down the street and someone shouts, “You’re twins!”
Yes, we are twins.
I can’t imagine why anyone would say Imogen looks like me, her ageing mother. But I am not objecting. I think Imogen is beautiful. I don’t mind being compared to her at all.
I ask Imogen, “How do feel when people say you look like me? How do you like being compared with your 50 year old mother?”
Imogen is very gracious. “I love it, Mum! I think you’re beautiful.”
It is Imogen’s birthday on Sunday. My daughter is turning 17. But I am wondering: does Imogen look 50 like her twin mother? Or… does her mother look 17?
Imogen and I have great fun pondering such silly questions…. We always have fun, my twin and me. We are kindred spirits.
What would I do without my kindred spirit twin? We write stories, we talk about anything and everything, we drink coffee, we eat enormous gooey cakes, we read great books, we blog, we sew, we exercise, we shop, we work, we learn, we cook, we laugh, we laugh a lot… All these things we do together. I love my kindred spirit twin. I love her very much.
Happy Birthday ‘my’ Imogen!
Do you think we look alike? Can you tell we are mother and daughter?
